Losin' it

Katherine came home from school with a little extra gift today.

When she was trying to open up her water bottle with her mouth, it jostled her tooth and helped the dangling thread of skin madly still hanging on to break and release its grip on her first lost tooth.

The tooth fairy paid her a visit and did not disappoint.

That was the pillow I used as a kid.  Thought it was cute mom saved it and my little sweetie gets to use it now.

Wise no more

Friday, I completed a rite of passage for many adults:

My wisdom tooth was removed.

You heard me right, my wisdom tooth, not teeth, but one lonely, fight-till-the-end, determined to undo thousands of dollars my parents spent of braces, little tooth. I don't know what happened to the other 3 'wise' teeth. I either soaked up all that wisdom and caused them to disintegrate or I was never intended to be that wise.

So, since Friday morning, I've looked like:

• a lopsided chipmunk
• a redneck with a 'chaw' in her mouth
• someone who got stung by a bee and had a horrible reaction
  
• a tired mother who lost a "don't bring that stick inside this house" battle with her 18-month-old son's kicking feet
  

I'm trying to avoid public places as much as I can and praying it doesn't start turning blue/purple. I don't think I can stand anymore painfully truthful statements from the 4-year-old like, "Mom, your cheek is REALLY big" or a quick rebuttal from her loving father smirking from ear-to-ear like, "In more ways than you know honey." Even the boy will occasionally take a long glance at my face from side to side to side, then look up at my eyes and cautiously say, "Mama?"

Thankfully so, the pain has been minimal, nothing a little Tylenol can't handle. Just interested to see what my face morphs into next.